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Billie Marten - Blood Is Blue Lyrics

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Billie Marten - Blood Is Blue Lyrics
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I pour it out for you
My baby, I'm a fool
Our love is new
I speak, I speak like you
No matter who you are, I imitate you
Cut my body open
Completely dry
I'm a slaughtered pig
And I'm happy to die

So sit down
Let's eat
Fill your plate all up with meat
Crossing hands and touching feet

When you said I'm good
In a bad, bad place
Eyes roll back from yours
As I hid my pale face
Like marbles rolling around the brain
Like marbles again and again and again

I feel, I feel a new thing coming on
My love, my blood is blue

So sit down
Let's eat
Fill your plate all up with meat
Crossing hands and touching feet

Black coffee
Sour taste on my tongue
I'm bright, funny, and I can't relate
It's no fun

I feel, I feel a new thing coming on
My love, my blood is blue
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I pour it out for you
My baby, I'm a fool
Our love is new
I speak, I speak like you
No matter who you are, I imitate you
Cut my body open
Completely dry
I'm a slaughtered pig
And I'm happy to die

So sit down
Let's eat
Fill your plate all up with meat
Crossing hands and touching feet

When you said I'm good
In a bad, bad place
Eyes roll back from yours
As I hid my pale face
Like marbles rolling around the brain
Like marbles again and again and again

I feel, I feel a new thing coming on
My love, my blood is blue

So sit down
Let's eat
Fill your plate all up with meat
Crossing hands and touching feet

Black coffee
Sour taste on my tongue
I'm bright, funny, and I can't relate
It's no fun

I feel, I feel a new thing coming on
My love, my blood is blue
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Writer: Isabella Tweddle
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Billie Marten Blood Is Blue Video


Performed By: Billie Marten
Length: 3:13
Written by: Isabella Tweddle

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